Kids of The K-Hole

Everybody needs some time away Just stuck in the k-hole again An 18 hour holiday Just stuck in the k-hole again, just once again Mrs. Kitty Ketamine your perseverance may Outlast my ambition to go home Infatuation with your dark side I obey Forbidden pleasures, I have grown to loathe/love Somewhere between some eden and north utopia Somewhere beneath the astral plain I've taken residence on sybaritic soil You won't be seeing me again You won't be seeing me again Dropping crumbs and flying thumbs Won't help me get back home The home is where the heart is, I've been told Cause I promised my heart to her She cooked it medium well Then proceeded to swallow it whole It may sound good to you It may sound oh so wrong (So fucking wrong) Just stuck in the k-hole again Winter's broken, summer's gone Just stuck in the k-hole again Just once again